Hi! For starters, I would like to say that this has very little to do with the actual book, though I am a HUGE fan. But my stories all have their inspiration and I give credit where its due. And occasionally there will be cameos.

Okay, now for a better summary:

Jonas has never been like anyone else in his pack. His father, the Alpha, won't admit this but everyone knows it. Jonas is a lone wolf. He has a monster inside him. And something has caught its attention.

Layla is one of three identical triplets, though you'd never know it by seeing them together. She's happy to sit alone and read while they go do normal high school girl things. She doesn't really have a lot of friends other than them and she's okay with it.

Little do each of them know their encounter would be catastrophic.

I don't own Blood and Chocolate.

Layla:

"Well, if it isn't Little-Miss-I'm-Too-Good-For-Anyone." Yup. That's me. I looked up from my book to see my sisters, both looked exactly like me. Of course. We were the Reigh Triplets. We were born together, so we played together, we cried together, then we grew up and I stopped fitting in so well. We were all natural blondes, but I dyed my hair brown. We all needed glasses, but I was the only one without contacts. We all had the same body type, but I didn't spend an hour a day at the gym to beef up our inherited scrawniness.

Right now my sisters were with their boyfriends, the Johnson twins. They were both inseperable and extremely talented athletes. They claimed they did so well because of the "psychic twin connection", but personally I don't believe in that stuff. I'm as close to my sisters as anyone is to their own sibling.

"Don't call her that," said Phoebe, the oldest, to her boyfriend Charlie.

"Yeah," Paulette, the youngest, agreed. She put her hands on her knees and bent over to get to my eye level. I was sitting on the cold concrete ground trying to crack through the first three pages of The Picture of Dorian Gray which was proving tougher than it looked with my little sister by five minutes looming over me. "Layla, do you want to sit with us? You shouldn't sit here by yourself at lunch."

"No, thank you," I said with just a hint of annoyance in my tone.

"Lay-Lay," Phoebe said in her scolding big sister voice with her hands on her hips. "It can't be healthy to sit all day and read...whatever it is you're reading."

"It can't be healthy to put that much hair product on your head," I retaliated. She and I smiled the same exact smile at once.

"Fine," Phoebe said. "We tried. Come on guys. Let's go sit at the tables." I sighed with relief unaware of watching eyes.

Jonas:

Something smelled distinctly of red cherries and maybe a hint of plum. My senses were enhanced to say the least. All werewolves senses are. It wasn't long ago that I joined the pack. My dad always had always told me what I was which is much better than some. I've known those who had to figure it out on their own. That is cruel though. That is like not warning a preteen about puberty.

And then one day I did turn, on a full moon as if the situation weren't trite enough. And from then on my inner monster came from within me and took over. Still, in my main form, I had all the senses of the monster. When that smell it my nose, I had all the instincts of one as well.

"Smell that?" the monster said from within me. I froze in surprise. Normally my alter ego doesn't speak to me in school. As the others in the pack chatted and laughed I sat just outside of them with my homework splayed out over my jeans. I did smell it, but I quickly put it in the back of my mind. Instead I started working on my Calculus homework. As I started it I remembered how difficult it was.

"Jonas!" came a shout from the rest of the betas in the pack. I jumped as the entire group voicing at once was impossibly loud to sensitive ears. The girls giggled and the guys grinned.

"Come join us," Tommy said nodding at me. Technically I was a part of them. I sat at the proper distance so that passer-byers would know I was with them. However I was turned around and facing the other way, glancing out instead of in at the circular table. I looked at my pack admiringly. We were those kids at school. I'm sure you've seen them, or maybe even a part of them. The girls were dressed with pendelums and plaid skirts. The guys wore dark colored jeans with dangling metal hooks and other metal ornaments.

Some wore Anime shirts. Others didn't. Some also had semi-permanant florescent colors in their hair. Some also had piercings all around their face. We had to dress this way, at least that's what the elders told us. That way, the humans wouldn't want to befriend us at all. We claimed ourselves as a pack and no one was allowed in without consulting the elders first.

"I got homework," I explained. Then there was me. I had no piercings. Okay, that's a lie. I did have one once on my lip, but it hurt like hell so I took it out. I couldn't believe people did that to themselves. My hair was naturally dark and so were my eyes. I was sort of small, but not completely puny despite what Johnny says. He's teases me the way we all tease each other. We were all raised together. Our parents were raised together and our grandparents together. We're all just one big happy family.

"Lame," Katrina scoffed at me and downing her coffee in one gulp.

"Yeah," Laura agreed. I smiled knowing the teasing was without maliciousness.

"That smell..." moaned the monster. There was only one way to settle him down. I acknowledged him.

"Yes, I know. The smell is interesting," I tried to coax the beast.

"Investigate," ordered my primal counterpart.

"No. Now relax," I demanded. The inner monster sent a mental growl that reverbrated my insides. The monster frightened me. It frightened other people in the pack too. Normally werewolves aren't as timid as I am. We're a wild species. We're meant to run around nipping one another playfully and to hunt. I've never been into that. Even though my pack didn't shun me, they knew I was different. Inevitably, I was treated differently.

And I didn't mind being the lone wolf. I liked my peace. I looked over my shoulder. Katrina looked at Johnny with a hint of concern on her face. When she saw me, the look disappeared and she smiled like I had always seen her smile. I think they know. They don't have an inner monster like me. A frustrated wild part yearning to get out that was a complete and separate consciousness. I'd never told anyone about him before. I had always thought he was under control.

The bell rang. I sighed with relief as I gathered my things. Maybe now at least the smell would go away. Whoever smelled like cherries would be in a completely different room and the scent wouldn't be so strong.

"You are not the least bit curious, my host?" the monster said. I rolled my eyes to myself.

"Not really," I lied inwardly. The monster chuckled in disbelief as I put my backpack on my shoulder.

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